Echo przeszlosci 03Echo przeszlosci 034 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wstał z ciężką głową. Nie wypili wczoraj aż tak dużo, a przynajmniej nie tyle by mieć kaca.
Ale może była to kumulacja tych paru dni. Albo niewyspania... albo...
tak. Tego co wczoraj się stało.
Strzał w dziesiątkę.
Wstawił wodę na herbatę, usiadł na krześle, założył ręce za głowę i popatrzył w sufit, jakby chcąc znaleźć na nim jakąś wskazówkę.
Żadne objawienie nie nastąpiło. A co lepsze, zachciało mu się zapalić.
Sięgnął po paczkę papierosów, leżącą już od dobrych kilku tygodni na lodówce.
Czerwone. Lubił je od czasu do czasu. Jakoś dziwnie przyjemnie gryzły w gardło.
Oparł się stopą o krawędź stołu, odginając ciało lekko
and emptiness is a kind of cagequestions,and emptiness is a kind of cage5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
nights under the sky
and the dark feels so small.
like the constellations are nets
that cage and pull you close
while you run the midnight circle;
burning, burning with desire
(it's hard to tell
which is which
so many questions
on the sidewalks,
at the edges of everything;
a cacophony of shame
behind your lips
and you reel,
that echo in the night
and beat with the wind
all hollow inside,
a faltering halt
of an answer that glimmers
in the dark.
SideshowsI have hands that stutter—Sideshows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I fold my palms in prayer.
Head down, stay down.
I am bible-jointed
in the knees;
believing that I am
evolutionary hinges and sockets
is not a purpose.
Jesus wasn't my first circus
and science my first magic act,
but God will be my last rodeo.
Commands meant by covenant;
I'll learn to worship
Titles Don't Belong in the First LineTitles don’t belong in the first line,Titles Don't Belong in the First Line2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and poetry is not made of end rhymes.
The ventilated fluorescence and I
flicker at the incongruence
and I want to tell her
sometimes east is left
on the map
if you hold it right.
Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 10-Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 10-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 10: A Brighter Day
"Oh, Grandpaaa! I'M HOOOOOOOME~!"
"Welcome home, my grandson!"
The blonde boy in the white polo and dark blue pants rushed to his grandpa Smith who was just busy in his forge.
"So, how's school today?"
"Just fine! I met tons of friends~!" the boy danced around. "Well, I'll be seeing you, grandpa! I've gotta do my assignments~! But wait… I'm kinda hungry…"
"Well, you better get something to eat first. Phew…" Smith stopped forging his sword for a while. "Please tell them to conserve food, okay?"
The boy hummed a tune as he skipped happily to the dining room.
"Back so soon?" a tone came from somewhere near the dining table. The blonde turned to see who it was.
"Oh, Blue! I'm done, now it's YOUR turn!"
"MY turn?! It's Vio's turn! Green, you tell him!"
"Red's right," Green countered Blue who just took a bag of chips from the fridge. "It's YOUR turn tomorrow. Be ready."
"Pffft. FFFFFFFFFine!" the blue youngster growled and looked awa
immortal enemyi heard you whisperimmortal enemy2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my name tonight; you're buried
eight miles away.
Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 2-Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 2-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: The Rain
It was a Wednesday. The students did their daily activities in school. Some were attending Physics class, some were given lessons in English, and some were having Arts class. Link, being a freshman, was learning new things in Basics in Science.
'Man, I hate this I don't get the formula at all!' Link was at the back seat of the class, near the window. He oftentimes glanced outside and could see the elementary students either taking a break or going home with their parents or their guardians.
He felt that he wanted to go out more, and enjoy life. He is enjoying his high school life so far, with so many friends to hang out with, but he wanted to make an escape somehow 'No, I can't skip classes. I'm not that smart to cope up with all my lessons. And, what would my Grandpa think of my grades? Guwaaah I guess I need to put up with this '
As he was glancing outside, he spotted the playground again. This time it was filled with kids and their guardian
Skullgirls ReviewSkullgirls Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Today, I'd like to try something completely different. Instead of pumping my posts full of slight exaggerations, clever commentary or witty analogies, I'd like to present this one in a stark, realistic format. In short, I'm here to give you the facts about the greatest fighting game since Kabuki Warriors! Sh*t! Um... Mulligan? And thus, I present these facts neatly, boldly, and efficiently for your enjoyment! -While most tag fighters feature preset assist attacks that are selected at the beginning of the battle, Skullgirls allows you to use any attack that you can input, allowing for truly limitless strategies when it comes to tag battles. -While most fighters feature tens upon hundreds of fighters that you'll never get around to mastering, Skullgirls has eight distinct characters that have enough depth and complexity to make you keep coming back, but since there are only eight, you can effectively main every character at the same time. -The characters themselves are the most vivid and
That which touches man.WhoThat which touches man.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. my little pigeon,i.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you walk the line between
reality and imagination, straying
into the unknown and bringing
back little pieces of wonder
with you when you return.
ink drips from your fingers as
you smear words onto pages,
breathing life into stiff pieces
of paper torn from your notebook.
coffee may be where i found
my home, but it's tea that runs
through my veins. i could braid
your hair for hours, letting the silky
strands run through my fingers like
your words run through my heart.
we can walk into the sunrise together,
holding hands and laughing. i will share
the sunsets i hold in my tiny palms,
and you can share the stories you lock
in your heart. i want to travel the world
with you, pointing out the little quirks
that make up people and stumbling
into adventures behind little shops
and backwards alley ways. i hope
you remember your handkerchief,
or we might end up flying there and
back again in the blink of an eye.
All aloneBeing surrounded by peopleAll alone1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frightens me deeply
I'd rather be alone
And away from everyone
Alone but not lonely
Here I am
On my own
The way it's supposed to be
JongKey, OnHo - Holding Back These FeelingsJongKey, OnHo - Holding Back These Feelings3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Minho liked sitting right next to Jinki because he wasn't like the others. Jinki doesn't try to start a conversation unless it's necessary. He doesn't try to touch Minho. He doesn't try to sit very closely so that their bodies would touch. He doesn't stare at Minho's face. He doesn't blush or giggle simply by the fact that they're sitting right next to each other. He doesn't pull out his cellphone or camera to try to take pictures at Minho.
"People are beginning to think that you like Jinki because you're always sitting right next to him in every class you have with him, in every bus ride or just simply every chance you get to have to be able to sit right beside him." Key told Minho. "Do you?"
"He's comfortable. He doesn't try hard to get my attention. He's isn't annoying and isn't trying to rape me unlike some. I like sitting right next to you too." Minho
Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 7-Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 7-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 7: From Deep Within
Dark came out from the mirror in the Minish Woods which was still laid on the ground. It was as if he just came out of a swimming pool, grabbing onto the mirror's edges. He spotted Link near one of the fallen logs of the forest. With the magical cap in hand, he approached Link, who never turned back to look at him.
"Hey Link. I got it."
"Dark look at this."
Link turned around that made Dark's eyes widen and his mouth agape. What Link was holding in his hands was the stuffed cucco, Robin. It got a bit dirty due to the forest's dust and mud, but it can easily be rubbed off.
"Link, where'd you get him?" said Dark, not knowing whether he should be happy or baffled.
"I found him right here, on this trunk over here."
Dark still looked a bit bewildered, but he tried his best to shrug it off. He knew that there was something they both needed to go to and fast! He returned the cucco back to Link's house, then settled himself to their plan.
Two poems about art thieves and weeaboosHere's something I did in ryhmeTwo poems about art thieves and weeaboos3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wrote it all in my spare time
Your images are copied yet you deny
We all know you do it so don't try and lie
People were only warning you that your art theft was causing harm
To be honest, you should have stopped being childish - instead just stay calm
Now here I am, harping away
As your deviantART account slowly deccays
Wait, I don't think that was a ryhme
But at least I didn't commit a crime
Like you did here, by stealing someones art
Why must you have, such a small heart
No credit given to the original guys
What, do you think we're all just a bunch of highs?
Many people like you say, words like these:
Please stop the hate!
I DO NOT COPY - there is no debate
Stop being mean, All you idiots say are LIES
Now I say my final farewell - my last bye byes"
I quickly wrap up this little poem
I need to go back to pokemon, continue my adventures in Hoenn
You deny that all I'm saying is true
Your probably now cusing at the screen and calling me a
Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 6-Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 6-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 6: Confrontations
"All right, Vaati. You may open your eyes now."
The purple boy opened his eyes and what he saw made his mouth left agape.
"Surprise!" exclaimed Dark. The boys were in their casual attire. Link wore a green polo over his white shirt, with matching black pants and white rubber shoes. Dark wore a black jacket with a white shirt underneath that measured until half of his upper body, with matching silver triforce necklace and black pants and shoes. Vaati wore a slightly loose deep violet jacket with white tights underneath and deep violet boots. He also wore a dark purple bonnet with thick lavender lining.
And the reason why they were in those clothes was because of what Vaati had seen. Before Vaati's eyes was a beautiful amusement park filled with different lights that softly gleamed with all the joy that could be felt even outside of it. They could hear screams and laughter of joy from inside the vicinity, almost making them want to just barge inside. But wait, t
Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 8-Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 8-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 8: A Plunge into the Darkness
"Let's all go!" led Green to the other four. He bared his head to incorporate air and left his hat on Dark's bed. "Whew! I'm so tense that I could already feel the heat coming on to me!" He fanned his head.
"Hey, where's Master Ezlo?" wondered the childish one. They looked around for any signs of the Minish, but saw nothing.
"Well, I dunno, but we really gotta go right about now." Dark urged.
"Fine, let's go, guys!" Green once again grabbed his green cap and wore it. They all went inside the Dark Mirror, one by one. Dark, being the known resident of the realm, led the other Links.
The five finally were in the Shadow Realm. They looked around, and as expected the world was very bizarre indeed. Warped figures everywhere, shadows lurking in each street, weird-looking figures of neither human nor animal flew about.
"This is all so creepy " said Red. "B-b-but, we've been here before so I know I can handle this!" He gathered up all his courage
Hunger PainsIt begins with a bang.Hunger Pains2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I forget to eat for a few months and
I drown in cheap ideas with pretty names,
the ones they fill books and barren wrists
and stormy heads with, and soon,
moonlight shines from inside
my ribs and I am a lighthouse.
Thank you for the things you gave me,
intrinsically, a knowledge of
how to properly wear
myself. Thank you
for not fixing me.
I used to write about the color
of your voice, always blue-- the sky
before I fell asleep and the morning
dragging me back; I wonder
that you could’ve loved me better
if you explained who the
Something was that shared your bed
at night, or why insincere words
were your favorite.
My poems still cling to my skin
even when I sleep. even when
I wake, an anchor. even when
I boil myself alive and unfold
like a pallid lily inside your
and after enough time,
I forget to say goodbye.
I pick the scabs on my hips,
kiss the sorry out of your smile,
and breathe like this air
isn’t already a million years old.
The Art of Detachmentdehumanized:The Art of Detachment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a stirring in the breath
of an unswept sky, an itch
in the throat, a tear in
the lining of the sleeve you
keep fingering- like reminiscence
will repair loose strands
(I woke up this morning
in a new carcass, trapped,
by fleshed out flaws and
dismal dreams and the
hush hush thrum ,steady,
[pulsations are riddled with
intent] of my veins)
I am the dents in the floorboard
where boxes of I-can-never-forgets
lay, I am the aching cold of walls
untouched, I am the callouses
of your fingers forgetting
how to work.
(my voice will melt the icecaps,
it will draw all salt from
the ocean and carve a careful
coffin of carnal desires)
I am a cry cut short
in the home of the deaf-
I am skin, I am loose
sinew and sincerities mistakenly
stitched to the bones of a crow
and when the night clears I am
nothing but doll eyelashes and
spider legs, [at the end of the day
the two are indistinguishable]
I am nothing
fishermanI am a fisherman-fisherman2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all roaring waves
and rush of sea salt
beating seagull wings
and a tongue carved from
My hands break levees
and my breath births dams
the taste of chilly morns
still melt on the roof of my
mouth like I never wished
for anything besides the smack
of sodden rubber boots and
the scars from entangled
hunks of ivory nets
the sea has not
forgotten my voice-
I can hear them
when the wooden floorboards
crackle like hurricane bruises
from water laden saunters
through land sunk libraries
it has been a forever
since I held a dream
caught between my fingertips
and the gentle rock of a
boat and foamy froth on
but this new trip I have embarked upon
carries more clanking hooks
than screeching sinkers
yet- my line has not changed-
I am a fisherman and the sea
forget who its children are.
PianoAt night someone plays the piano in my living roomPiano9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The song is mournful
And I hate it, the feelings it wakes in me
A stirring hunger
I find myself yearning for something
Nameless, resonating, the music echoes through
The house, like a warm memory
Clinging to the empty hallways
There's a void inside my chest
Resembling the hands
Of another soul
Just To Be PerfectFat.Just To Be Perfect3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All mean the same damn thing.
Never strong enough.
Never pretty enough.
A lie they tell.
To make girls go crazy.
To be perfect.
Yet we all want it.
Yet we all cry for it.
Yet some die for it.
Just to be Perfect.
Ephemeral1.Ephemeral2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wake up and tear the sun
from the sky like this is a
grade school art project and i
am supposed to share something
worthy of myself-- i think
there is a black hole nestled
betwixt my lonely ribs,
devouring anything alive.
on days like these, my greatest weakness
is weakness and i am my own fatal flaw.
we live by mantras and my ears ring
‘i hate every piece of me’
(he put his head to my chest
and heard me dying;
call me beautiful now)
we are the false ends of sunken
universes, we are pieces of
dead galaxies and you are
stardust, god, you are
i believe that this is all just a dream
by someone with an imagination
bigger than the word “no,” that we
are pawns in a game not worth
remembering, but when i’m with you
i never took kindly to things
that required codependency,
the uncalloused portion
of my frostbitten heart
but god, you are
on unlearning how to diethe space between intention andon unlearning how to die2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inaction has been redefined. they say
the first step to sadness is
to be happy. the second step
is learning loss. they tell us
depression is an abundance of emotions
but everyone here is a balloon
deflated with time, a sun
dimming as years eat away years
and everything changes but
nothing's really different at all.
we drowned before we even saw
the sea, dreaming of that cemetery
a million miles deep; and still,
I cry for the people worth forgetting:
the girl who couldn't take enough
sleeping pills to live her dreams,
the boy so doped out on an inability
to live that he told us about his trips
to Jupiter and back, and
expected us to believe him. the girl
with a ghost smile named after the prayer
she was born to forget, the boy
who slept like an angel and cried like
a fallen, and me, me
choking on gravity and the ever-growing
weight of my own fucking inadequacy
tied tightly around my neck like a noose
not quite designed properly, right,
because I survived.